Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1

Max Dorsey never imagined he’d wake up under a woman in a woman’s bed. Brielle snagged his collar and planted a wet kiss on his neck, ensuring she left a telling mark before releasing him.

“Morning, Uncle Max.”

After the greeting, she leaned in for a passionate good morning kiss on his lips.

Max’s hair was a tousled mess, his hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled, his hand playfully squeezing her neck. “Brielle, you’re quite bold.”

Taking him for a ride, she certainly was bold.

His grip tightened.

Brielle’s face turned a deep shade of red as she flashed him a charming, breathless smile, “Life is too short, better make every moment count, right?”

Max paused, a frosty glint in his eyes as he let her go and reached for his clothes.

“Uncle Max, where are you off to now?”

one’s spine. “Off to pick out a plot for you

dilated, and she looked away sheepishly, “You’re really funny, Uncle

otherworldly air. He was the Dorsey family’s fifth son,

not a hint of a smile in his eyes. His wrist bones were tense,

“Is there also a coffin? It looks like you

I

encountered such an audacious woman. A few specks of ruthlessness surged in his eyes. His long finger lifted, tilting her chin

the most stunning in Beaconsfield. Describing her as breathtaking wouldn’t be an exaggeration, but she was

to remain

are generous

flamboyant beauty, rather a delicate and soft air, her expressions softening her features

in his eyes receding, but his grip on her grew firmer. He

against her skin made her tense up.

“Can’t Spencer satisfy you?”

Brielle’s fiancé, Max’s

had been caught in bed with her best friend, and now Brielle had returned the

What a delightful game!

you mean, Uncle Max? I assure you, there’s nothing untoward between your nephew and